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Ok, so apparently I'm doing this wrong....it seems as though I am blogging under my other account that I had made for J.D. Photography. I'll try to fix it. I'm blog illiterate.

The Scentsy Sandwich

Last night, I attended my very first ever Scentsy meeting. It went well, I suppose. I tried to absorb everything my tired, useless brain could possibly absorb for the time being, how long I'll retain it for....that, I don't know.

I left the meeting and headed over to Walmart, in search for wood pellets, only to find they were sold out. OF course they were. 

Starting to feel a bit desperate, I called ANOTHER Walmart, that I could hit on my way home. They closed at 10. It's now 9:05pm. I thought to myself: "If I don't pee first, and if I don't stop to eat, and I drive REALLY fast. I can make it." 

So, I did. And yes, I made it. With 2 minutes to spare, and in my life, 2 minutes to spare is pretty awesome.

I even had time to pee. Lugged my two 50lb. bags of pellets to my van, and feeling pretty rugged at this point.

I stopped at the local Tim Horten's to get a bite to eat, or maybe a million bites, since by this point I was feeling rather famished. I ordered a small macaroni and cheese, a small sandwich, and a bottle of water.

Got my water, and sandwhich, sat down for about 10 minutes, and finally asked: "Excuse me, where is my macaroni and cheese?" Tim Horten's Guy: "Oh. Sorry. We're all out." Me: "......." 

I went to my van, and unwrapped my sandwich. WRONG sandwich. I'm tired. I want to go home and take off my clothes.

I went BACK inside, and nicely (surprisingly) told the Tim Horten's Guy that he made me the wrong sandwich, and asked if I could just get a refund because I just needed to get home. He informed me that I can't get money back, only food. Awesome, so I can trade old food for new! Who would have thought.

I ever so kindly said, that I really just did not have any more time to wait for a new order, and that I would just like my money back. "NO." The woman in line behind me says "WHAT?! She can't get her money BACK?!" I smiled at the idea of having someone on MY side for a change. (Yeeeaaaah! You tell HIMMM.)

She then pulls out $5, hands it to me, and says to him "THERE. Make ME the sandwich."

Well, of course I felt terrible taking her money, and just agreed that I would get a new sandwich. 

The lady and I got to talking, and I told her that I was on my way home from a Scentsy meeting. She said "Oooh! Scentsy, what's that?!" After rambling on a bit, and realizing that I was stupid, because I had no books and no business cards with me to help me out, here. (Shh, don't tell my director.) 

We went to my van, and thankfully...I had a wax sample of the scent of the month, that I was able to give her, along with a make-shift presentation in the parking lot. She liked the idea so much, that she gave me her name and address, and asked me to mail her a book, and asked if I did parties.

So, thus, I had my first proud, Scentsy moment, and felt pretty good about myself, regardless of the race for pellets, missing mac and cheese, and a wrong sandwich. It all works out in the end, doesn't it? 

 

To blog, or not to blog.

So, yes. I've decided to blog. Blog about what? Well, whatever. Whatever comes to mind, that is.
I've been contemplating the idea for some time now, thinking that who would possibly want to hear what I have to say? Let alone read it.  Then again, writing is good for the soul, right? 
So, blogging I will. For how long? Who the heck knows. Cheers to blogging.